A/N: Still not mine
Title: For the people we love
Prompt: Lapse, phr. verb (2):(lapse into) to start speaking or behaving in a different way
Rating: PG
Words: 100
"I could always say you're ill, sir?"
Artemis glared at his bodyguard's reflection, daring him to smile.
He didn't, but it was a close thing.
"I am ill, Butler!" Artemis snapped, redirecting his glare at his own reflection and unnecessarily smoothing his skin-tight leather pants. "Nothing else can explain it. What possessed me?"
Before Butler was forced to reply, Juliet burst into the room in a flurry of sparkling clothes and eye-shadow.
"Arty! You look great!" she gushed.
Artemis smiled uneasily.
"You too," was all he said, though. "Shall we?"
Butler watched them go with a smile of his own.
A/N: Sorry, I just had to do it. Who can make Arty wear tight leather pants in only 100 words? I can, oh yeah!